Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.